Theme: Life

Second Sight

What was the prophecy of 
a slow-moving floating name? 
To hang a spy from the beam? 
Your face lights up. 

The world was translating 
the labate grief into small mirrors. 
A seed explodes. A magnetized 
book of conduct is slapped on your face. 

And you start reading the script 
in darkness in a beautiful retreat. 

The approaching night engulfs 
the moon. An anonymous fear 
takes hold of this moment before 
disappearing in an abyss. 

You stoke a desire to collect 
the immortal blues and headless clues 
and we crawl on the sands of time 
breaking the silence by our drones.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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